The nation of music, hope and bringing,
Every day waking up and psalm singing,
The heading of the compass for another day,
Beginning the morning, for hopes we pray.

Young and old souls, the Jew and Gentile,
The children unknown to faith the infantile,
Gentile souls that yearns for Yerushalem.

Yerushalem, find peace someday my love,
May your gates be showered with roses,
And sunflower may point to your walls,
May psalms be sung in all of your halls.

Yerushalem, your gentiles crave for your soil,
Winds come from you, see in the lamps olive oil,
One Godliners owe their souls to the one holy land,
Gentiles of monogamous faith, still love your sand.

Yerushalem, the sands of faith and fortune in hour glass,
As it is emptying below, love is our win, not our loss,
On the judgement day, all cities will witness you mother,
We’ll be paying our duties to the holy land of father.

Jerusalem. The Old Mecca of Christians

Yahweh and Yerushalem. Now the christian story is something else, but these ruins and relics of past, its memories we carry on. As gentiles, as christians, a little but our heart will always yearn, for the mother city that once cradled our king.

If christians must crave for a Mecca, Yerushalem will always be their Mecca whether they visit it or not. But as the time carved, christians learn to overcome the formalities. The pilgrimage turned into tourism and they found true happiness in countless natural destination of vacation then one centralized one.

Beautiful sights of nature nature all around the world serve best as the decentralized hubs to find gratitude, thankfulness, and happiness. True happiness is not a formality, it is heartfelt. You only have to be very religious to yearn for Jerusalem as much as you crave for Canary Islands.

Happy Fathers day.